Mi Sobrina Dormida Novels & Stories

As the excitement of the night begins to settle, Sabrina, one of my closest friends, plants a playful kiss on my cheek and asks if I’d like to join her for some late-night TV watching. We figure that the guys are probably passed out in their rooms by now after their own night of fun. Despite her invitation, I gently decline, explaining that I’m completely tuckered out and would rather check in on how Sebastian's night turned out. With a warm smile, Sabrina wishes me goodnight before making her way to the living room to indulge in some television entertainment. Lately, she’s been struggling with bouts of insomnia, a challenge she's been facing ever since she became pregnant.

Sabrina arrived at 9:30 PM with a black bag in her hand and a look that mixed lust and submission. The short robe barely covered her large backside, and Martin already knew there was nothing underneath. She closed the door behind her, locked it, and stood in the living room, biting the corner of her lip. "I brought what you asked for," she said, in that slow, almost shy, Minas Gerais voice. Martin, sitting on the sofa in just sweatpants, raised his chin.

However, exhausted and tired, she quickly drifted into a peaceful slumber. Sofia was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of the door creaking open. She struggled to see in the darkness, unsure of the time of night. Blinking rapidly, Sofia's eyes gradually adjusted to the dimness. She fumbled around for the light switch and finally found it, illuminating the room. To her shock, she saw Leonardo Morelli standing near the doorway, his presence unexpected and startling.

Sebastian never gets tired of gazing at the girl who's now sound asleep beside him. His daydreams have been granted by fate, where the beautiful image that has been teasing his thoughts for so long has finally come true. Her soft snoring serves as a soothing backdrop that Sebastian doesn't mind listening to. Her breaths are steady, and her peaceful slumber is so deep that it prevents him from acting on his urge to touch her, even just a little.

Abbie's POV "My beautiful girl. Eres tan hermosa. Tal como me lo imaginaba." Luna Elora says, making my eyes water. (You are so beautiful. Just as I imagined.) "Mi sobrina hermosa. Estas tan grande. No Lo puedo creer. La encontramos, Xoco. Al fin la encontramos." Queen Elena says, making me look at them in shock. My heart raced uncontrollably as Elora came to stand in front of me. (my beautiful niece. I can't believe it. We found her little sister. We finally found her)

They shoved her out the door. Liz woke instantly. Her eyes scanning the dark room. She could hear Elena's soft snores next to her. Liz leaned up on one arm, glancing in the darkness beside Elena for any signs of Kris. Her heart sank as she saw the empty spot on the bed. Elena shifted slightly in her sleep, murmuring something intelligible. Liz settled back down, wrapping one arm around her as she attempted sleep once again pushing the bizarre dream out of her mind. ***

"Hold on. You sound like you still aren't ready." I ignored the remark and motioned for us to head into her office. Twenty minutes later, she confirmed that I was indeed not pregnant, then began analysing the real reason I was here. "People can be restless in sleep too, Luna," she said gently. "Aria's hibernating. The fact that you feel her move doesn't mean she's awake." "I thought of shifting." "What? You remember what happened the last time you tried, don't you? Please, be patient for the full moon, alright?"

I just needed a moment…I pulled my sweatshirt tighter around me as I sat down against the tree and leaned my head back against the soft trunk. It wasn't long before I fell into a deep sleep and was cast into a dream. It was dark and I walked around hearing the gentle sound of my own footsteps. Off into the distance, I saw a glowing light. I made my way toward it, curious, and as I drew closer I saw the light was emanating from a woman. Not just any woman, but the most beautiful person I had ever laid my eyes on, besides Kieran of course.

With that, she nodded to us both and disappeared alone into her room. I followed Mishka to ours and closed the door quietly. We didn’t speak for the rest of the night, both lost in our own thoughts as she showered and got ready for bed. I couldn’t get Sabrina’s screams from my head, which was especially sad since I couldn’t remember her laughter from earlier. Just before everything had gone to hell. I did not sleep for most of the night tossing and turning. Mishka herself lay awake for a time, somewhere deep within her own thoughts. Eventually, she dozed off, her breathing turning even. Yet I lay awake, watching the alarm clock on her nightstand click away with every minute as the night went

“Just sent it to you.” I quickly pulled up my messages and as she said, there was a screenshot from a video call waiting. Margo was at the bottom right of the picture while Sienna’s face took up the rest of the frame. She was lying on a bed, smiling faintly as she gesticulated with her hand midspeech, looking so beautiful even with the awkward camera angle. A frown crossed my face when I noticed how drowsy her eyes were. Sleepy? Or drugged?